Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.

Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk a man
I mean like a god marching band
She says, like literally, music is the air she
And the malaprops make me want to fucking
I wonder if she even knows what word means
Well, literally not that

Of the few main I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too times they're beyond their years
By every half-wit of distinction she keeps
And now every insufferable
Features her patiently the cosmos
Of which she's in the

Oh my God, I swear never happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels from
I feel so
I fumble with her buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my
I found her with her best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts was fun
Til she that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white put on
Why you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you me to choke ya